[ Crowd Cheering] [ Man] Stock Exchange, this is Helicopter
123 Tango-Yankee on Vegas approach. We're three miles out from landing.
Request permission to land. ♪ [ Dance ] ♪ Thank you. [Helicopter whirring] [ Man ♪2] 123 Tango-Yankee.
Report landing assured. Winds at south side
off helipad at 75. [ Man ♪1 ] Roger. Copy winds at 15.
We've got Mr. Brakus on board. [ Man ♪2] 123 Tango-Yankee.
Signify tower when approaching pad. [Chattering, Laughing] Ah, Mr. jaquire.
So good to see you, sir. [Man ♪1 ] 123 Tango-Yankee to Stock
Exchange base. We're on final approach. [ Man ♪2] Roger, Tango-Yankee. We've got you in sight.
Security is standing by. [ Man ♪1 ]
Roger. Tango-Yankee out. – Good evening, sir.
– Good evening, Mr.
Brakus. ♪ [ Dance ] ♪ ♪♪ [ Man Singing, indistinct] ♪ [ Singing Continues] ♪ – Good evening, Mr. Brakus.
– Hi, Mr. Brakus. [ Beeping] – Lose it.
– Sorry, Mr. Brakus. I- What did I say about guns? They're unmanly.
It won't happen again. Warriors fight here.
Get rid of it. [Elevator Bell Dings] [Man] You're at 200 feet below
the surface of the earth… where you, our special
guests, will witness the deadliest of combat,
the highest stakes. – It's a forum for gladiators!
– Mr. Brakus coming through. – Lust like in ancient Rome.
– [Applause] Not in Rome.
You are in Las Vegas! It's My kind of town! – Are you ready to rock and roll?
– Yea h! Are you ready to rumble? [Cheering] [Laughs] Okay. All right. Welcome, welcome to the Coliseum,
ladies and gentlemen. The greatest show under
the face of the earth. The Coliseum.
That means the ultimate
in fighting competition with no referee… no rules… and open to anyone- anyone with big brass balls. For those of you that are here for
the first time, this is how it works. Our finalists from
our preliminary tournaments are privileged… to challenge our stable
of modern gladiators. Take a look! ♪♪ [ Fanfare] [Grunting] [Grunts] They'd kill their mothers! I'll bet on him! Mean as cat shit! What a bonanza! Oh! Now, if our challenger is successful
in defeating the first gladiator… he will win $20,000. [Cheering] Should he be successful
at the second gladiator…
He will win $50,000. That's 50,000 big ones. Now, if by some
divine intervention… the challenger defeats
all three gladiators… then he has earned the right to challenge
the supreme fighter… for the ownership
of the Coliseum. [Cheering] The ultimate warrior
who has never known defeat… the master and owner
of the Coliseum… the champion of the underworld… Brakus! – [Air Hissing]
– ♪♪ [ Fanfare] [Chanting] Brakus! Brakus! [ Emcee]
Yes! The betting cages are now closed… so let the fights begin! [Cheering] We have a spectacular
contest for you tonight. The Coliseum's newest gladiator,
all the way from Paris, France… Mr: Andre Mares! The challenger, fresh from three
consecutive wins in the preliminaries… all the way from
North Las Vegas… Mr. Travis Brickley! A 5 -to-7 underdog. [ Chuckles] Paris, my ass. Remember,
when the buzzer sounds… there is only one rule- [Together] There are no rules! And you love it! Yes! Fighters, take your corners. Ladies and gentlemen,
the Coliseum! – [Buzzer Sounds ]
– [Crowd] <i>Andre! – Go!
– Come on! – [Man ] Yeah! Come on!
– Yeah! Allright.
– Sorry about that, Sinbad.
– [Grunts] There's a new boy in town! [Hooting] – Alex, you know what?
– Huh? If he doesn't get it this time,
he'll get it on the next try. Oh, I know it, Tommy,
but he's growing up so fast. He made me promise that
if he gets his black belt… I let him drive the car. [Laughs]
So? Let him drive the car. Tommy, I've only got one car. Look at him. God, I hope
he makes it tomorrow. Relax. He'll make it. Yeah. At least he had
one of the best teachers in the world. – Thanks, man.
– I was talking about me. Walter, go to bed. Come on. ♪ – [Dance ] ♪
– [ Woman Giggles] Oh, Honey, if you take your shoe off,
I can kiss your foot.
Hey, Travis.
What a hell of a fight. – You killed my guy.
– Yeah, I did. You took him like
Grant took Richmond. – Thank you, sir.
– So tell me, how good are you, really? I'm good enough to beat
any of your steroid freaks. – Including that one.
– Open your mouth. How long's it been since
you fought? About six months? Mmm. Call him. – Or are the fights fixed?
– Go ahead, then. What, are you injured? One or two punches right on the chin,
I believe you'd go right out. You have a big mouth, boy. – And a big everything else.
– <i>[ Women</i> Giggling] So why don't you stop wasting time.
Put me in the ring with him. Weldon, give him what he wants.
– You want Brakus?
– Yes, I do. You got it. – Black belt candidates.
– Sir! Attention. Present your papers. [Together Sir!] Ready? Begin. [Shouting] [Shouting] [Grunting] [Shouts] Break! Point. Yeah! All right! I'm proud of you, Walter. You taught that boy a lesson. Now, it's showtime. – I can do it.
– They're waiting on you. Black belt candidates,
are you ready to break your bricks? [Together] Yes, sir! Ready? Begin. Hyah! Hyah! [Shouting] [Shouting] [Shouting] – [Audience] Oh.
– Oh. Hyah! – [Tommy] Walter?
– Yes,sir? If you don't break,
you don't pass. – You know that?
– Yes, sir. [Shouts] – Thank you, sir.
– You're welcome. Walter, come on. Walter, are you gonna be okay? Yeah, I'll be okay.
I'll get it on the next try. – Cheer up, okay?
– Come on, Walter. We gonna get lucky tonight. My little ass-kicker.
Let's go make him feel good. – [ Man On TV] Very happy to be here.
– [ Woman] Did you always know? Now you stay here.
Make like a hat rack. Mr. Brickley. [Clears Throat] I blew it. You look the same to me. Hey, Walter, look-it there.
Hey, it's Dae Han. He gave Tommy one hell of a fight.
Remember that? It's only a violent sport. – Thank you for that.
– Mmm. Well, he'll be cool.
Now be his daddy. – Walter Grady's daddy always be cool.
– Oh, yeah? – Mmm.
– [Chuckles] – Say hi to Tommy.
– Hi, Tommy. In this tour
we hope to share… the beauty and the art
of tae kwon do… along with its power. For KXRT Sports,
I'm Sue MacCauley. [Dinging] Everyone, I would like
to propose a toast… to those who have received
their belts today… and to those who will
receive them tomorrow. To the team. [All] To the team. Alex, why don't you say
a couple words? [Clears Throat] Uh, years ago
when Walter's mother passed away…
I didn't know how
I was going to make it. She was everything.
And it's tough to lose everything. Son, today, all I wanted
was for you to make it… to get your belt. And you surprised me
by giving me much more. The way you handled
your disappointment… makes me prouder than
lever imagined, Walter. You have become a man… and I'm just so happy
to be your dad. – To Walter Grady.
– [All ] To Walter Grady. Out to Walter Grady.
Ten seconds left. Nine, eight, seven-
He's driving up. He's in the paint. Five, four, three, two-
He's going up! – Buzzer shot! And he makes it.
– Oh! All right, you guys. If I make it,
you have to wash my car. If I don't make it,
you still have to wash my car. – No! No.
– No way. – Oh!
– Doesn't matter anyway. – Where's your dad?
– Inside getting ready. – Let's go.
– Bye, Mr.
Lee. See you later. – See you later john.
– See you, john. – [ Bubbling]
– Aah! Aah. Hey, Alex!
Your sauce is burning. Look at this. You know, Walter, you have a great dad,
but he can't cook spaghetti. Humor him.
He thinks it's my favorite. – Hey, Alex.
– Coming. – Hey, man, do I look good or what?
– You look marvelous. New haircut, new shirt on-
My sauce. – Hey, Walter?
– Yeah? – Hungry?
– Always. How does pasta Alexander sound? Like you're trying to make up
for not taking me to dinner. Could be some truth to that. All right, Walter, I made a little extra
for Martha in case she's- Dad, I gotta talk to you
about Martha.
What's the matter? You don't like her?
I thought you liked her. Oh, yeah, she's great.
But she's not coming tonight. Did she cancel?
I can't get another sitter this late. You see, I called her
and canceled. You what? Dad, I don't need
a babysitter anymore. Walter, you are 11 years old. Dad, picture this scene.
A guy breaks into the house. Martha freaks, runs screaming
into the closet, and I kick his butt.
Dad, you said it yourself I'm a man now, and real men
don't need babysitters. Oh, man. I gotta pass, man. I got
no one to stay with Walter. Great. I'll take 'em both out. Yeah. All right, look. This is not an option. Travis is on his way over
here to drop off some stuff before he goes
to his bowling league. So you tell him to take you with him.
Understood? Got it. Okay. Hang this up. Tommy, we're outta here. – See you later.
– Stay away from the Playboy channel. ♪ – [Man Singing, indistinct]
– [ Horn Honking] ♪ [stops] Travis, Dad said
I have to go with you. Sorry, little buddy. Bad news. Can't go bowling tonight.
Somethin' came up. But you can't leave me here alone.
I don't even have a babysitter. What if a serial killer
broke into the house? – Get in.
– You sure? Get in. Thanks, Travis. Put your seat belt on. – Walter, there's somethin'
I gotta tell you. – [Country on radio] But you gotta keep it
to yourself now, you hear? You hear me?
I'm fighting tonight.
It's not the kind of fighting
that we-what we're used to. At the Coliseum,
there are no rules. Are you kidding? Tommy and Dad would freak out if they
knew we were even going near that place. Whoa, whoa, whoa, Walter. What do you
mean, “we“? You're staying in the car. Come on. You can sneak me in. No can do, little buddy.
This'll take me a couple hours, tops. Dad's not gonna
wanna hear about this. And you're not gonna
tell him, Walter. Might slip. You're blackmailing me, Walter. That's correct. You are bad. Thank you. [Horn Honking] Take a good look
at this place, Walter… 'cause after tonight's fight,
it's gonna be mine. [Horns Honking] ♪♪ [ Man Singing, indistinct] ♪ [stops] Hey, Travis. Why don't you go in
the front door? Got a buddy with me. I think it's better
he comes in this entrance. Okay. Oh. – Sparring partner.
– Yeah. [ Crowd Chattering] – Who's the midget?
– He's my manager. – Look out for him.
– You got it. Travis. Showtime. Wow. ♪♪ [ Fanfare] [Electricity Crackling] Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight is a very special night. We have a challenger.
[Cheering] Straight from a stunning victory
over Andre Marais. Ladies and gentlemen, the challenger,
a member of the U.S. National Karate Team. Give a big Coliseum welcome
to Mr. Travis Brickiey! Right here. The fat guy. Hey, smut!
The disco's upstairs! BOO! – [ Booing, Heckling]
– Ladies and gentlemen… the ultimate warrior
who has never known defeat… the master and owner
of the Coliseum… the champion of the underworld… Brakus! [Chanting] Brakus! Brakus! Now, remember,
when you hear the buzzer… there is only one rule. [Together] There are no rules. And you love it! Yes! [ Cheering, Applause] ♪ – [ Fanfare]
– Fighters, to your comers. Ladies and gentlemen,
the Coliseum! [ Buzzer Sounds ] [ Cheering ] Come on!
Is that all you've got? [Cracking] – No.
– [ Laughing] [Shouts] [Cheering] You gotta stop it.
You gotta stop the fight. Take it easy, kid.
Just part of the show. [Sighs] [Shouting] [Muttering] [ Weldon] In the tradition of the Coliseum,
you privileged few must decide: Life or death. [Chanting] Brakus! Brakus! Does he live? [Crowd] No] [ Cheering ] Or does he die? Die! Die! – No!
– [ Grunting] [Cheering] Damn it! – [ Man] Payoff of the slots is better.
– [ Woman] Oh, yes.
Whoo. – [ Tires Squealing]
– [Laughter] [ Bones Cracking] [Laughter] What's the matter, kid? Need a ride somewhere? ♪ [Man Singing] What's the matter? – I should've been back a long time ago.
– Oh, yeah. I know. I know. Dad! I don't know, Alex. Maybe
we should go to the police. And tell 'em what?
We can't find our friend? Tomorrow, when you park a car- Yo, yo, yo.
Excuse me, gentlemen. I got a couple of men just cruised
through the front door here. ♪♪ [ Dance, Man Singing] Hey. Guys. Can I help you? – Are you the manager?
– Yes, Weldon Dardano. We're looking for a friend
who fought here tonight. Travis Brickiey. There's gotta be some mistake.
This is a dance club. – Travis Brickley doesn't dance.
– [Continues] I said this is a dance club,
period. Travis Brickley fought here tonight,
and we would like to see him. A lot people come and go. Now, maybe
your friend was here, maybe he wasn't. – This is bullshit.
– I'm sorry? This is bullshit. Look, guys, your
friend did fight here tonight, but he is
no longer here.
– What are you saying?
– Well, he got his bell rung pretty good… got his face messed up a little bit,
but he did walk out of here… on his own two legs with some bimbo
with her tongue in his ear. – Yeah.
– I put him in a cab and sent him home. – I'm sure he'll be fine. Don't worry.
– Thanks. – Pleasure.
– Yeah. See you. – [ Kisses] Finch.
– [Snaps] – [ Kisses] Finch.
– [Snaps] What'd he say? Everything is groovy. They
put Travis in a cab home. He's lying, Dad. I saw it.
The big guy broke his neck. Walter, maybe he
just got knocked out. – Come on. Get in the car.
– He's dead. I know it. Walter, he's not dead.
Now get in the car. How you doing, Mr. Finch? Never better johnny boy.
Never better. Travis and a bimbo.
Let's take Walter home,
then go find Travis. Where are you, Travis? [ Birds Twittering] [Police Radio Chatter] Tommy. [ Man ] Back it up.
Tell that ambulance to back it up. Tell that ambulance
to back it up. So it was an accident? We're investigating,
but it looks like that. Thank you, Sergeant. – Alex.
– Tommy. Tommy, what the hell happened? [ Man ]
We're lifting this thing now. The police are saying
it's an accident. [ Police Radio Chatter
Continues ] Oh, Travis. Tommy, we gotta do something. – [ Woman Screaming]
– He]! Jesus! What is this? They just pulled our
friend out of the river. What do you want? I want the man who killed
Travis Brickley. I told you guys before, Travis walked
out of here on his own two legs. Now the fact he went somewhere else
and got all screwed up is not my problem. Yes, it is your problem. My son witnessed
the whole thing. Your son? [Laughs] Your son the witness? I got 20 witnesses.
I got 5O witnesses. I don't like you guys very much.
Now get the hell out of here. Did you kill Travis Brickley? Easily. Yeah. [ Woman Screams] Care to join him? [Shatters] Ah, you son of a bitch.
Brakus! Hold up, Brakus. We don't make any money
like this. – Clear the path. Let's go. Move it.
– Gus, get in here! Alex, behind you! Step aside, please.
Step aside. Let us through! – Let"s go, boys.
– Where did you get the hat? It was left to me in a will. [Shouting] Lie down. How you doing? Guess you're doing all right. Behind ya. I'll get the car. Eh, you're gonna have
a nasty scar there. There you go.
It's the best I can do. Shit. That one who cut my face-
I want him alive. The other one-
kill him and his boy. [ Man]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Amen,. – Amien.
– Thank you all very much for coming. Bye, Travis. – Jammy.
– Hmm? Bless you, sir. Bless you. – They heard?
– Hmm. The Lord be with you, jim. Dae Han. Thank you for coming. As your friend,
I share your loss. Dae Han, it's so good
to see you.
Alex. – How are you?
– Dane Han, this is my son, Walter. I remember. You have grown. Here. You go with Richard,
okay? I'll be with Dae Han. – And the boy saw it happen?
– Yes, he did. – Then it is also his tragedy.
– Yes. – And the police?
– They're treating it as an accident. Then let me help you. Blood for blood. I owe it to you. I can't ask that
of you, Dae Han. [ Dae Han]
If not, what will you do? [Tires Screeching] – Excuse me. When are you on?
– H-Hi. – When are you on?
– Oh, I can't do it, Alex.
Don't tell me that, Sue.
You know Travis was murdered. Come here. L- Excuse me.
I'll be right back. Honey, they shot me down. I'm a sportscaster, you know.
I'm not an investigative reporter. Well, if I'm gonna make
allegations like these… I'm gonna have to go through
their proper procedure. And without proof, well-
I don't have any. Appropriate procedure? Thirty seconds, Sue. Honey, I gotta-l gotta
go on the air, okay? Uh, we'll talk about this
later, all right? A friend of mine was murdered,
and you're worried about your job. Well, yes, I'm worried abut my job.
It's the only one I have. But that doesn't mean I don't care
about what happened to Travis. What, you think it's all about Travis?
What about Walter, Sue? What do you mean, Walter? You want me to tell my son
it doesn't matter what he saw… because his word isn't
good enough for you.
– Ten seconds, Sue.
– Alex, please. Uh-Please. Walter was there,
and that's good enough for me, honey. And you know what else?
I couldn't care less about your
appropriate procedures. – Five, four, three, two-
– Don't do this. Please, Alex. – [Buzzer Sounds
– Or your goddamn job. It's been a busy day
in the world of sports. [Chattering] [Tires Squealing] Over there!
All right, there he goes. There he goes. Come on, man. Step on it. [Siren Wailing] [Police Radio Chatter] [ Walter] There were three of 'em,
Dad, in a big black car. He's just a kid, man.
I'm going after them. Alex, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute! Alex! Walter, get down! [Shouts] – Walter!
– Dad! Come here. Dad! Freeze, asshole! Stand up. I said, get up! All the way up. 'Got him! 'Got him! You wanna shoot me? Huh?
Shoot me now. Shoot. No. No, I don't want to. No. Punk.
[Muttering] [Groaning] [Screaming] – [Bones Cracking]
– [Screaming Continues] You came into my house.
You came into my fucking house. Dad! Don't kill me, man.
Don't kill me. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. We'll-Tommy,
I gotta get Walter out of here. Come on. Come on. Come on. What do you mean
they vanished into thin air? Brakus, there's no one
more surprised than me. Find them. Bring me
the one who did this. Do you understand? Yeah, I understand. I understand. [ Chicken Clucking] Fill 'er up. – [Gasps]Tommy.
– Grandma. Grandma? I'll tell you later. Come on.
Grab your gear. Come, meet my friends. Come on. Grandma, I'd like you
to meet my closest friend. – Alexander Grady.
– Hello. – This is my son, Walter Grady.
– Hello. – Hi.
– Nice to meet you. Here. Let me help you. – So she's the one who raised you, huh?
– Yeah, she's the one.
So, Grandma, I thought this would be
the safest place to come. – You were lucky.
– Thank you for taking us in. I think you should
talk to james. – He's back?
– Two months. – Who's james?
– I don't want to see him… and I don't wanna talk to him. He can help you. – Who's james?
– Grandma, he can't even help himself. – Who's james?
– He needs you, Tommy. I'm sorry, Grandma,
but it's too late for that. [Alex] Excuse me. [Alex] Excuse me. Who's james? – [ Snoring ]
– [ Chickens Clucking] [ Horse Blusters] – [ Fly Buzzing]
– James. [Hits Car] Wake up. Well. Look who's here.
[ Fly Buzzing Continues] – What are you doing here, boy?
– James, Tommy's got trouble. I said you could help him. [Scoffs, Sighs] [Gagging] Just like old times, huh, boy? Still runnin' to Ma
to fix your problems, huh? – What did you say?
– Tommy, be cool. – What did you say? Huh?
– Be cool. – Oh, come on. – [Whispering]
– Show me your stuff.
